KILLER OFFENSIVE
One by one, European leaders are dying by assassination. And each of the victims opposed Russiaâs attempts to gain increasing power. Determined to stop this wave of terror before it hits American shores, Mack Bolan uses the killersâ next attack to flush them out. But these assassins are inhumanly fast, impervious to pain and programmed with cutting-edge combat skills by a hard-line Soviet scientist.
Now Bolan is being shadowed by a ruthless Russian intelligence team racing to bury him along with this rogue military project. To save a summit of world leaders, the Executioner must play two brutal factions against each other...and send the assassinsâ creator to meet his maker.
âI think it fitting that you die here.â
The assassin hadnât moved far, and Bolan seized the opportunity. Raising his smartphone, he triggered its camera, setting off the flash. The bright light blinded his adversary, and he staggered backward.
Bolan charged forward, intending to tackle him and take him down, but the man spun aside as he brought his fist down on the back of Bolanâs head, driving him to the ground, stunned.
The assassin bent and flipped Bolan over onto the tracks, staring into his face. âYou will never find us. You will never stop us.â Then he took off again, racing toward an oncoming train.
Bolan tried to push himself up, tried to crawl to the narrow space next to the tracks, but his body refused to obey his commands. The trainâs headlight was blinding, the thunder of its approach drowning out everything.
The Executionerâs last thought before blackness took him was that this was not how heâd expected to die...
Obedience to lawful authority is the foundation of manly character.
âRobert E. Lee
Human beings often need an ideology to give their lives meaning and purpose. But unquestioning obedience to any doctrine is just as dangerous as having none at all. It can lead to terrible crimes committed in the name of these beliefs. And when that happens, that sort of ideology must be stoppedâby whatever means necessary.
âMack Bolan
Nothing less than a war could have fashioned the destiny of the man called Mack Bolan. Bolan earned the Executioner title in the jungle hell of Vietnam.
But this soldier also wore another nameâSergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians.
Mack Bolanâs second tour of duty ended prematurely when he was given emergency leave to return home and bury his family, victims of the Mob. Then he declared a one-man war against the Mafia.
He confronted the Families head-on from coast to coast, and soon a hope of victory began to appear. But Bolan had broken societyâs every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warriorâto no avail.
So Bolan was offered amnesty to work within the system against terrorism. This time, as an employee of Uncle Sam, Bolan became Colonel John Phoenix. With a command center at Stony Man Farm in Virginia, he and his new alliesâAble Team and Phoenix Forceâwaged relentless war on a new adversary: the KGB.
But when his one true love, April Rose, died at the hands of the Soviet terror machine, Bolan severed all ties with Establishment authority.
Now, after a lengthy lone-wolf struggle and much soul-searching, the Executioner has agreed to enter an âarmâs-lengthâ alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.
Prologue
Mostar, Herzegovina
July 6, 1992
The distant, steady whistle and crumpf of artillery shells landing in the city scarcely bothered Andreja TomiÄ anymore. When the siege had first begun three months ago, sheâd spent many exhausted, sleepless nights waiting for the next shell to land on the building she was living in. Now, however, the barrageâs constant din and its incipient danger had been relegated to the back of her mind, acknowledged, but not dwelled on. Not when she had so much work to do. Now, she was mostly just exhausted.
Mostar had been the scene of a pitched battle for control of the city and the surrounding area since that spring. The Yugoslav Peopleâs Army, or JNA, had invaded in early April and seized control of a large portion of the city. A sustained counteroffensive by the Croatian Defense Council, or HVO, had pushed the JNA forces out of the town, but they had retaliated with their ongoing artillery barrage, which the HVO was replying to in kind.
At first, Andreja had feared for those under her care, but the JNA had seemed to be directing their fire on more valuable targets, at least in their minds. She had her doubts about that. In the past few weeks, the seemingly endless rain of munitions had claimed a Franciscan monastery, the Catholic cathedral and bishopâs palace. The destruction wasnât all carried out by the JNA. After retaking the city, the HVO had demolished the Serbian Orthodox Monastery, as well as the Orthodox Cathedral Church that dated back to the mid-nineteenth century.